I was reading how to write and I found out just tonight That the bleeding commanded fright and I don't know left from right I was leading the ground to flight and you sold me a granite kite I was leading the dark to light and you told me that I might Cause I've got holes in my pockets and money keeps falling out So cruel, she's so cruel I've got old gears and sprockets I just can't keep turning out So cruel, she's so cruel And she's so cruel that I just want to die I turned into an older man and my youth left for a distant land I was watching the smell turn bland and the candy in my hand It turned to poison and purple sand Stick my head in the garbage can Skin the kat (skin the kat) Turn on the fan (turn on the fan) Put the choice cuts in the pan
Cause I've got holes in my pockets and money keeps falling out So cruel, she's so cruel I've got old gears and sprockets I just can't keep turning out So cruel, she's so cruel And she's so cruel that I just want to die Shuck the ears and wash the corn Save my tears for your screech and scorn Turn the knife and punch the screw What's a low-rent slob to do? Cause I've got holes in my pockets and money keeps falling out So cruel, she's so cruel I've got old gears and sprockets I just can't keep turning out So cruel, she's so cruel I've got holes in my pockets and money keeps falling out So cruel, she's so cruel I've got old gears and sprockets I just can't keep turning out She's so cruel that I just want to die